The boys from Brazil to Bolton, via the Czech Republic and Rebellion in Blackpool. I’d only just seen the hardcore punks for the first time in their 25 year history last week at Obscene Extreme and now had the opportunity not only to see them up close and personal but support them too. What a time to be alive/deaf!

(review n pix by neil crud)
Y’know what, it’s great to be able to shake off a hangover with a cooked breakfast, grab a shower, brush a peg or two and wander down to watch some blistering punk rock at 1pm on a Friday afternoon, and not a welly or a field full of mud anywhere to be seen. What a great idea NOT to hold this festival knee deep in shit.

Yikes! £15 each! To get in…! The moths in my wallet needed mouth to mouth, but as Steve Sync said, ‘It’s for a worthy cause.’

And that’s coming from someone tighter than a euphemism I’ve not made up yet! Sync had texted me to get my sorry arse down to the Dudley as Three Minute Warning were setting up. I unfortunately didn’t get there in time and by all accounts the place was bouncing during their rip roaring set.